A blog about all of the things I love - Jesus, my Family and Triathlon.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Worthy of Note

I was just thinking about the whole saga of the hand thing and realized that I haven't had any wierd dreams with regard to it. No dreams about it falling off, rotting or gushing blood. No wierd dreams about the bandages turning into snakes and eating my face or ANYTHING!

Wow, if I can come up with this stuff while awake, it's no small wonder that my dreams are twisted. I recently suffered with a series one night involving a crocodile chasing me while I stayed ahead of him by going through a maze of trailers in a trailer park. I distinctly remember going through one bathroom that had a carpeted floor, toilet cover, and counters...